Masuk"Huh. Interesting."Ray raised an eyebrow. The guy had completely flipped—like a different person had taken over.Split personality?Heh. Looked like those Valenamese brutes were in for a rude awakening. This version of the "expert" clearly didn't have much patience.Too bad the Valenamese still had no clue how screwed they were. They kept throwing wild, reckless attacks his way.The man let out a cold snort. His wings snapped open.In a flash, he shot forward.Wherever he passed, heads went flying, and headless bodies sprayed blood in every direction.Holy shit—The Valenamese ability users went pale on the spot, their faces draining of color.'You're this strong? If you had this in you the whole time, why were you holding back? Were you playing dead just to bait us in?' they thought miserably.Their leader had no choice but to step up and face him head-on.A 1,500-unit fighter against a 3,000-unit powerhouse—on paper, it was still a fight. In reality, it was nothing more
If this guy were Valenamese, Ezra never would have made it out alive yesterday.That left only one possibility: he was a domestic expert—someone from inside the country.It added up. Even Ezra from Valor Military Base had been pushed to his limits here, so Gohaven had to have sent a real heavy hitter in response.Did those Valenamese brutes really think Gohaven was out of players?Seeing Ray suddenly stop, Ezra frowned in confusion."What's wrong?"Ray gave a faint smile. "A real powerhouse just showed up.""A powerhouse?" Ezra muttered, then shot him a look of surprise. "If even you're calling someone a powerhouse... just how strong are we talking?"Ray chuckled. "Since I'm the one making the call, I'm not counting myself."Ezra rolled his eyes hard. Damn it—why did he even open his mouth? He'd just given Ray another excuse to flex."They've already started fighting. Let's take our time walking over," Ray said.Ezra was skeptical. He still couldn't hear any signs of combat,
Ray stood in front of Ezra.Ezra shot him an irritated glance. "Can't you help me up?"Ray chuckled. "You've got hands and feet. Why do you need me to help you?""Damn it, look at me—do I look like I can walk?" Ezra cursed, then suddenly grew tense. "My soldiers… did they make it back alive?"Ray shook his head. "So far, only one person managed to escape to a safe zone and report back to the Valor Military Base. As for the others… they're likely gone."On his way here, he had kept his spatial perception fully spread, but he hadn't detected any other separated Gohaven soldiers.Ezra's expression darkened immediately. He clenched his fist hard."Once I recover, I'll slaughter every last one of those Valenamese brutes!"Ray, ever so helpfully, sprinkled a little salt on the wound. "Weren't you doing just fine against them earlier? Whole and uninjured, weren't you?"Ezra clutched his chest. "I'm injured right now. Do you really have to provoke me like this?"Ray laughed loudly, t
It was a supermassive tiger—over a hundred meters long.What the hell?!He was clearly using sonar, yet he still rubbed his eyes in disbelief, as if he had misread it.He tried again and launched a third scan.Buzz—The sonar wave bounced back, and this time, he saw Ray's "third form": a massive bird engulfed in flames, as if burning from within.Suddenly, he understood.These were the divine beasts from Gohaven's mythology—Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird…What the hell kind of ability was this? Transforming into the Four Divine Beasts?He'd been tricked!He didn't know how Ray was concealing himself from his sonar, but he was certain there was no such ability as shapeshifting into four divine beasts. So this had to be an illusion—some kind of deception."Attack with me," he whispered to the four companions."Alright!" they all nodded.Against an invisible enemy, following the sonar man's lead was clearly the safest option."Now!" he roared.All five struck at
Ezra was seriously injured and hiding inside a tree hollow.Ray did not reveal himself immediately. Instead, he quietly followed the five Valenamese—because they were already close to discovering Ezra.As expected, after a short while, the "sonar man" suddenly showed a look of delight."I've found the Gohaven soldier!" he said.He spoke in Valenamese, which Ray could not understand. But judging from his expression—and the fact that the sonar waves had clearly struck Ezra's position—it was obvious the five of them had located him.'Good. Let Ezra panic a little. He always talks too much anyway,' Ray thought.The five men quietly moved in.Because of his severe injuries, Ezra's alertness had dropped significantly. He was a powerhouse of over 1,000 units and a physical-type ability user—under normal circumstances, his senses should have been extremely sharp. Even if his vision was blocked, his hearing alone should have been enough.Yet now, even though the five men stepped on leav
Shortly after, Ray received a message—just a single coordinate, nothing more."Alright. I'll go take a look at these Valenamese brutes," he said.He was never one to meddle in other people's affairs. So why was he taking this so seriously now?Because he was about to become a father.At a time when Gohaven was in the critical phase of reconstruction, a group of Valenamese intruders had shown up to disrupt things—slowing down development, or worse, potentially seizing territory if they were strong enough.There was no way Ray would accept that.For him, how long could a trip like this even take?He opened a map and entered the coordinates.It was close—right near the border between their country and Valenam, in a small county called Delonghi.It seemed Ezra had led a team there and encountered the invading force. A battle broke out, but they suffered a crushing defeat. Only four people survived, and even then, they escaped separately.That made sense. If they had all fled in t
The man was about thirty years old—tall and powerfully built, like a bear wrapped in human skin. Two women lay beside him in bed, clearly there to serve him. They slept soundly, not waking even when he sat up. Only the cold air brushing their exposed skin made them instinctively curl up.The bear-l
Ray refused decisively.Putting aside the fact that hardly any of these women could be called beautiful. Even if some were, changing partners multiple times a day? That was more than he could bring himself to do.Not a single one of them wore any protective gear either—they went in completely bare
Anyone who had to stare at seven such corpses for long would be overstimulated, their mind going completely blank.Yet, Number 114 remained perfectly calm, as if she were already used to scenes of blood and gore.Only her face—covered in chunks of raw, upturned flesh—was terrifying enough by itsel
Ethan rubbed his brow, his face dark with frustration.When people aren't of one mind, they're impossible to lead.Those idiots thought that with only Ray as the sole man in the villa, he'd be easy to deal with. But did they ever stop to think? The Finley family estate had been full of people—arme







